Long way going toGet my medicineSky's the autumn grey of a lonely wrenPiano from a window playedGone tomorrow, gone yesterdayI found it in the streetAt first I did not seeLying at my feetA trampled rosePassing the hat in churchIt never stops going aroundYou never pay just onceTo get the job doneWhat I done to me,I done to youWhat happened to the trampled rose?In the muddy streetWith the fireworks and leavesA blind man with a cup I askedWould he sing 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine'I know that rose,Like I know my nameThe one I gave my love,It was the sameNow I find it in the street,A trampled rose
La botella es de absolut, no?
¿Las espinas de la sombra pinchan igual que la de la rosa?
Las espinas de la sombra pinchan a la sombra de la mano.
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La botella es de absolut, no?
¿Las espinas de la sombra pinchan igual que la de la rosa?
Las espinas de la sombra pinchan a la sombra de la mano.
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